Lamentablemente
es así.
la fuerza es masculina,
un gran falo
que va hacia adelante.
- Quiero estar solo por un tiempo...
- A eso exactamente me refería a que te callaras un poco. No puedo pensar, desde que estamos juntos no tuve una sola idea nueva, nada. No hay nada que hacer, el pensamiento es un privilegio reservado para quienes tienen el valor de elegir la soledad.
- Sí, ya sé. Sin sexo es peor, no podría conectar dos palabras.
- Ahora no, dejame un tiempo así.
- Está bien, más tarde está bien.
Lorca
¿Y es justo y puede ser que una cosa pequeña como una pistola o una navaja pueda acabar con un hombre, que es un toro?
The Tenant
- Stella, I was wondering...
- Yeah?
- A tooth...
A tooth is a part of ourselves, isn't it?
Like a...bit of our personality.
- I don't know what you mean.
- I remember in the newspaper,
a man lost his arm in an accident and wanted to have it buried.
-He wanted to do what?
- Have it buried in the cemetery.
- He must have been nuts.
- The authorities refused. The arm was cremated and that was that.
- Where did this happen? In France?
- I wonder if they refused to give him the ashes
and if so, by what right?
- Haven't you got anything more cheerful to talk about?
- All right, that'll do.
- Don't worry.
- Tell me...
At what precise moment...
...does an individual stop being who he thinks he is?
- You know, I don't like complications.
- Cut off my arm. I say, "Me and my arm."
You cut off my other arm. I say, "Me and my two arms."
You...take out...
...take out my stomach, my kidneys,
assuming that were possible...
And I say, "Me and my intestines."
Follow me?
And now, if you cut off my head...
...would I say, "Me and my head" or "Me and my body"?
What right has my head to call itself me?
What right?
Oh, God.
de Auster
"El hecho de que uno vague por el desierto no quiere decir que necesariamente haya una tierra prometida"
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